My first recollection of Garry was in elementary school in the 3rd or 4th grade. Our teacher appointed another boy and myself as Captains to pick kickball teams. After selecting the teams, I knew that we would kill them. However, I did not pick Garry. He kicked a homerun every time, and they killed us. I think that Garry would have been an excellent football player if he'd wanted to be. He was a good athlete and difficult to tackle with his powerful legs. His dad, who was also one of my favorite baseball coaches, played football for the University of Texas, and at one time, held the San Antonion record for the 100-yard dash.
Garry was always friendly towards me. The last time I saw him was about 36 hours before he passed away. We lived in the same dorm at Southwest Texas State University, and Garry was his usual friendly self, asking me how things were going. I miss him. He was a good guy from a good family. ~ Jeff Miller, August 2001